The Arkansaw traveler., 1887-05-28
SEEING EUROPE ON Saoo.
Ladies Home Journal. l

To a novice, travelling abroad is it. ! self a source of wonderment. The three classes or distinctions are quickly noticed, by the differences in the rail- way carriages as the cars are termed. and appeal to ones portemonnaie, es- pecially when it is in depleted con- dition. It is often said, < Americans and fools travel tirst-class, valets and ladies' maids second. sensible people third" This apparently is the truth, especially in England, where the best of people can be seen buying third class tickets. The distances are short. and whatever discomfort there may sometimes be in the uncushioned seats, is easily overcome when one thinks how much he is saving for another oc- casion. But in Ireland, third-class passengers are not always of the most agreeable character, and hence, in that country, but few, and those only of the lower people, choose that mode.
 An excursion was advertised from Cork to Dublin, for pound, first class; fifteen shillings third, and no second. AS the regular fare is five dollars one way, this opportunity to see the metropolis was eagerly em- braced. On reaching the station it was found that the second-class carriages had been put on for the third class fare. As result the upward journey was most comfortable through the turf-cutting country. A stay of three days was filled with pleasure. Phenix Park with 1 800 acres, Bray, the lovely suburb of Dublin. and the streets and shops of the city, Trinity College and other show places bring back most agreeable memories. Returning it was found impossible on the ticket, even by tip to the guard-en passant the only man in Europe who refused fee to gain seat in any but a third class coach. With lady CD of decid- edly socialistic views of things in gen eral, who declared that when MT. Parnell gained Home Rule, the land would be divided and all Protestants burned, another, who wept copiouslv all the way to Cork at leaving home and friends for America, and who was going to the new country sans head gear, and l feared minus anything in her pocket, the entrance of fine. motherly- looking old woman at Lim- erick Junction, was a source of relief. Settling herself and belongings, she threw back the peasants cloak she wore, and looked fixedly at me for a few moments. Soon after she glanced again, this time with friendly smile. l replied in the same sign language, and unable longer to resffNin her cu- riosity, she said:
 Are ye from Cork?"
 "No," replied.
 Maybe we're from Dooblin ?"
 "No," l laughingly answered.
 Ne didn't come down from Liner ick? " she int terrogated again.
 Mo-" I replied a third time, and added with laugh could not resist. I'm from America"
 knew ye were! knew it!" she exclaimed eXcitedly. and with the ever-ready compliment she added: Ye're almost as handsome as the Cork girls"
 Thank you" I said, |" wish was as fine-looking as they are with their good color and bright eyes" Question followed question about America, and heard the story of the son who died in New York from the e awful climate" but whose occupa- tion as public house keeper in Cherry street." may have been the more correct cause of his carly demise, "They marry young in America. don't they ?" she interrogated.
 "Yes, l believe they do." an- swered, not little surprised at the question.
 "Then how is it we're lift ?n she asked.
 l laughed again and again, and when could recover myself I told her I was waiting for fine Irishman to ask me to live there.